The second of my cooking classes consisted of a reading of Skippyjon Jones, Lost in Spice, an examination of foods native to the Americas – especially chillis – and a lesson in the making of Guacamole. (Note to self – add a molcajete to your wish list for demos.)
The kids ate my salsa, but thought the guac looked gross (though they loved it when I faked a sneeze on the towel I had cleaned up the avacado with).
they loved it when I faked a sneeze on the towel I had cleaned up the avacado with).
The parents dug right in though!